Interpret:

My Dying Bride

Album:

A Line Of Deathless Kings

In fiery flight we would leave this hall 
The Holy house, House of God will fall 
To death they go with music and song 
But our dread simply must go on 


I feel our need to feed goes on 
For our greed, watch them bleeding on 
This hour's ours, with open arms go on 


Crowned with thorns and pain was he 
Raised our hands and slew him utterly 
Crimson waves of the tears of war 
This is what we were put here for 


Eden falls, mercy for life 
I hear their calls, stood and watched them die 
Heaven crawls, wings burn on high 
Beauty falls. Beg unto me why? 


Fold thy raven wings 
'Tis our duty, darkness brings 
If this day be our last 
Our victims await for they are vast 


In fiery death we will crawl away 
Content we lived for each and every day 
Black and burned with a stench of decay.